Different stories...
We decide to enjoy this afternoon together and as usual you bring up your story of us, about how we use to spend time together,how we use to laugh together and love each other so much but this time i had enough, i have to tell you my story, my side of the story of us and to your surprise not even one thing match with your story not one.
then when i left. when i walk away leaving you behind with the truth my actual truth, i felt the urge to run back to you and ask, Hey in your story, did i enjoy it ? did i ever said i love you?, was i happy ? in your story was i present? ...boy we had different glasses all the time.














